"We're all in the same game; just different levels. Dealing with the same hell; just different devils." -anonymous
YNA's POV
Minutes...
Hours...
Days...
Hindi ko na alam kung gaano katagal na akong namalagi rito sa basement ng bahay. My hands beneath my head wanted to be free from being tied up. My stomach were growling out of hunger. My legs were immobalized, marahil mula ito sa paulit-ulit nilang paghampas ng kahoy sa mga binti ko. At sa kabila ng suot kong makapal na uniporme, hindi parin nakaligtas ang aking likuran sa paulit-ulit nilang paghampas ng latigo rito.
Darkness continued to swallow me up. Sinubukan kong imulat ang mga mata ko pero sumasakit lang ito. Great. Restrained, sightless, motionless. I'm good as dead.
Sinubukan kong igalaw ang mga kamay ko, but the cloth used to tie my hands dig into my flesh.
"Aw..."
The serenity of silence surrendered to the deathly scream of hinges, as the door near me was slowly opened. I remained calm as possible as I can. Ginusto ko mamatay agad, I always asked for death, even offering my self to one who's willing, but didn't want this, slow and too painful.
"Anton Verillo..."
"Oh pre, ito ba 'yung ampon ni Sir Verillo?" Sabi ng isa, his voice brimming with excitement.
I heard someone whistle as he touched my legs. I couldn't protest, my throats were so dry that I couldn't even utter even just a single word. It was raw from shouting and my lips were long-deprived of liquid.
"Hoy g*go! Pagalitan pa tayo!"
"Oh bakit? Bahala kayo kung anong gusto niyong gawin sa kaniya sabi naman diba?"
D*mn you. D*mn you all.
For a moment there was silence. TIla tinitimbang kung papayag sa panunulsol ng kasama, o iiwas.
"Sabagay...sige!"
'Lalaki lang kami.' Indeed. Somehow naniniwala na ako sa katagang 'yan. Dahil karamihan sa kanila marupok, madaling bumigay sa simpleng pang aakit, makati.
"S-stop..."
"Ano 'yun baby?'
"Don't stop daw."
Nag sitawanan ang mga ito at ipinagpatuloy ang kanilang ginagawang pang bababoy sa aking katawan. I could already feel their wet kisses on my neck, and the other on my lap.
"F*ck 'tol..."
I breathed heavily. I couldn't help but to silently cry. I feel the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the nerve of my brain to a stand still. Most part of it is pain, yet one I can endure, one I hoped that I could sleep through night after night without being haunted by nightmares or being chased by unwanted memories.
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